I can’t lie, yesterday was a battle at the BMO Vancouver Marathon…you can read all about it here. In fact, as I sip my pre-game beer at The American waiting for the EVRC Monday night party to start, I feel the concrete in my legs from the third day in a row of hard times chasing runners.

This is my life, so it is nothing new, but back to back races followed by a crew run makes me wish I was “just” running instead of chasing on a bike. Ha, just running. Never thought I would say those words out loud.

I am not familiar with East Van, so this will be fun. I’ll be reacting and always behind. This means hard intervals on the bike followed by scrambling to get myself in some sort of position to shoot. Likely a rolled ankle at some point after jumping down from climbing something I shouldn’t be climbing, and potentially a wipeout at some point hitting a curb with no hands on the handlebars trying to take photos of legs and shoes. Have I mentioned I love what I do, and wouldn’t have it any other way? Well, I do., and I wouldn’t.

Enjoy the photos!